Master Cody
Book 1 At Cody's Feet
by Kirk McCorkle
MM bd feet sneakers
This is a work of erotic fiction. All participants are fictional, and are over eighteen years of age. If reading erotic fiction about adult male participants that involves sex, sexual servitude, chastity, bondage, and sneakers is illegal wherever you are, don't read any further. Consider moving someplace nicer. I welcome your feedback, and hope you enjoy the story.
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_________________________ Kevin opened the door. The guy on the other side was taller than he was, younger than he was, and altogether scarier than he was. He pushed into Kevin's apartment, dropping an overstuffed backpack by the door.
Kevin was dressed in just his underwear, as he'd been instructed. "I usually don't meet people like this, but you seem-"
"On your knees," Cody said.
Kevin got on his knees, his head down. Cody's sneakers were black and white Nikes, showing pretty serious wear.
Cody peeled off his sweatshirt, and Kevin could smell him. He might have been a couple of days ripe.
"Tell me your limits again, and your safeword." Cody dropped the sweatshirt on the floor.
"No blood, scat, asphyxiation, or permanent physical harm. Moderate pain. My safeword is Canada, Sir."
"And your turnons?" Cody asked.
"Um... bondage. Giving head. Forced orgasms. Servitude. Objectification. Umm... feet, sneakers. Slavery." Kevin's face turned red as he said the list.
"What time do you work tomorrow morning?"
"Eight."
Cody stepped right in front of Kevin, so his crotch was in Kevin's face. The smell that came off the crotch of his jeans was intoxicating. Definitely a couple of days.
"It's six now. For the next twelve hours, you belong to me. You do anything I tell you to, or you safeword. I don't want any resistance, I want a slave who'll beg to lick my feet and be grateful for the chance. You got it?"
There was an electric feeling of anticipation in Kevin's stomach. He nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Call me Master."
"Yes, Master. May I please lick your feet, Master?"
"That's better. Take your underwear off." Cody went over and sat on the sofa, as Kevin sat on the floor to remove his underwear.
"Crawl over here, slave." Cody indicated a spot by his feet.
Kevin got his underwear off and crawled across his living room carpet to Cody's sneakers. He wished for a second that he'd vacuumed before Cody came over.
"Kneel there," Cody said. "Put your face on my feet. Don't kiss 'em. Don't lick. Just breathe them in."
Kevin knelt and pressed his face to the big battered sneakers. He could smell the leather and Cody's sweat, he could see the fuzz on the dirty laces. He was desperate to feel the texture of the sneakers under his tongue. He took a deep breath, then another. Above him, Cody laughed.
"You'd do just about anything for me right now, wouldn't you?" Cody asked. "Suck me, lick my nuts, eat my asshole, drink my piss. Wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Master." Kevin's voice was muffled by Cody's sneakers.
"You can kiss my right foot."
Kevin pressed his lips to Cody's sneaker, where the laces met the toe, and kissed.
"Your cock is hard right now, isn't it? This turns you on?"
"Yes, Master."
"Kiss my left foot," Cody said.
Kevin kissed the other sneaker, and it took him a bit longer this time.
"You want to kiss them again? Beg me."
"Please can I take off your shoes and kiss your feet, Master?" Kevin said.
Cody laughed. "Oh, man, you really jump the gun, don't you? You were just getting to know my kicks there, and you want to jump right to licking my feet? Don't you like my Nikes, slave?"
"Oh, no, Master, I love them."
"You love them, huh? Well, show me. Make out with them."
Kevin kissed both sneakers again.
"I said make out with them, slave. Get your tongue in there. It's prom night, and my Nikes brought you 'cause they heard you were easy."
Kevin started kissing Cody's sneakers, licking them, getting the taste of them all over his tongue. He grabbed Cody's right foot and brought it to his face, started kissing the sides, the top, the sole. He moaned, pressed his face hard into the side of the shoe while he licked. He gave up feeling embarrassed or confused, gave up wondering if this was what he wanted, gave up thinking at all. He was at the feet of a tall, lean god, and he was being allowed to worship.
"There you go. I was starting to think you weren't too excited about being my slave. Now I can tell you're right where you belong."
"Thank you, Master," Kevin said as he licked.
"Untie my shoes. Use your teeth."
Kevin worked the knot on Cody's right sneaker carefully, feeling with his tongue. When he'd worked it loose, he did the same for the left one.
"Take off my right sneaker," Cody said. "Slowly."
Kevin's knees were already starting to ache. He took hold of Cody's sneaker and worked it off his foot.
"Get your face in there," Cody said. "Smell it as it comes off. That's good and rank."
It was pretty rank, and Kevin loved it. He put his nose in between Cody's arch and his sneaker as it came off, and he breathed in deeply. The smell made him dizzy.
"Take my sock off."
Cody's sock was a white low-rise Hanes that had seen a lot of use. Kevin pulled it off Cody's foot. It stuck to his skin a little.
"Now put my sock in your mouth, and hold my sneaker over your face."
Kevin stuffed Cody's sock in his mouth, and the taste was just like the smell of his feet being run through a big stack of amplifiers. When he put the sneaker over his face, all he could taste, smell, or think about was his Master, Cody.
"Now look at me and jack off," Cody said. "But don't cum."
Kevin looked up over the heel of the Nike at the Master lounging on his couch, and started working his cock with his hand. Cody was leering at him, watching greedily as he jacked off to Cody's smell, looking him up and down like he was property. Kevin paced himself, taking it slowly; he didn't want to cum too soon.
"That's how you jack off, slave? What kind of lame-ass fuckweed jacks off like that? Do it harder. Get a good grip on it. That's right. Faster. Don't cum."
Kevin obeyed as Cody told him how to pleasure himself. All the while, Cody's sneaker was over his face, Cody's sock was in his mouth. Cody didn't touch him, he just sat on the couch rubbing the bulge in his jeans while he ordered Kevin around, reminding him time and time again not to cum. He had him use his thumb on the slit, had him rub the head hard, had him pull on his balls.
Kevin was breathing hard through the sneaker, trying to contain his orgasm, but Cody ordered him to do long hard slow strokes on his cock, and after a minute or two of those he lost it. He moaned into the Nike, and Cody put his other sneaker up under Kevin's cock as Kevin came, long strands of jizz covering the side of the his Master's Nike. As Kevin wound down, Cody rubbed his sole over Kevin's cock head, picking up the last of his cum and making Kevin shudder.
"You came," Cody said disappointedly. "You'll need to be punished. But first, clean up your mess."
Kevin bent down, put his tongue into his warm cum, and started licking it off of Cody's sneaker. He did the swoosh on the side first, and then licked the knurled rubber of Cody's soles, gently cleaning his cum off of his Master's feet.
"Go get me whatever bondage gear you have," Cody said. Kevin got up and bowed to his Master, then went off to get his gear.
He came back in with an old suitcase and put it on the floor at his Master's feet, then knelt. Cody opened the case and went through the contents. He took out a few lengths of rope and a leather collar.
"You want to wear this, boy?" Cody asked.
Kevin nodded. "Yes, Master."
"I put this on you, you know what happens?"
"You own me, Master?"
"You got it. Are you ready for that? You really want to belong to me?" Cody was laying back on the sofa, toying with the collar.
Kevin felt the words come out of his mouth without a stop at the part of his brain which would usually keep him from saying stupid shit. "I'd do anything to be yours."
His Master smiled. "Then you're mine." He stood up, went behind Kevin, and buckled the collar around his neck. Kevin felt him lean down, felt the heat from his face on his ear as he said, "I always wanted a slave."
Kevin had tried the collar on himself, but it had never felt this heavy, this thick. "Thank you, Master," he said.
"Now, you came without permission, so that's a spanking. Come here." Cody grabbed Kevin's collar and dragged him, crawling, to the dining room table. He threw Kevin down on it and started tying his wrists so he was stretched out across it.
Kevin hoped the Ikea table was up to the punishment it was about to receive. Then he hoped the same for himself as Cody tied his ankles to the table legs. He was bent over the table, his ass exposed, his hard cock hanging free.
"I like that you're short. Your ass is at just the right height," Cody said. Kevin felt his Master's hands on his ass, grabbing them, rubbing them, smacking them a couple of times. Then Cody put his shirt over Kevin's head and knotted it. Kevin couldn't see, and he was surrounded by the smell of his Master's armpit sweat.
There was a pause, during which Kevin breathed in deeply. He heard his Master moving around the room, and then he heard the distinctive sound of his own belt buckle. Cody must have picked up his pants.
His wallet was in there, with his credit cards, cash, IDs, everything, and Cody was just a guy he'd been talking to on Craigslist, and here he was tied to a table and completely helpless. Kevin pulled at his bonds, but they were secure. He opened his mouth, he thought about saying something, but what could he say?
Then he heard what must have been his belt as it was withdrawn from the belt loops on his pants, and he relaxed. Cody wasn't going to steal his identity, he was just going to whip his ass.
He felt the leather belt brushing gently across his ass, tickling the tiny hairs as it went. He shuddered. Cody kept teasing his ass with the belt, moving it slowly down his crack, nudging Kevin's balls with it.
Then Kevin felt it withdraw, and there was a loud crack and a stripe of pure pain across his ass. Kevin yelled.
There was nothing subtle about the torrent of blows that followed. The belt kept coming down on him again and again, explosions of pain jarring through him every time. He tried to keep his voice down, but towards the end he couldn't keep from screaming.
That's when Cody stopped. The neighbors were banging on the wall.
For the first time ever, Kevin was thankful for Mrs. Henning. He tried to catch his breath. Just as he'd managed to start to wonder what was coming next, he felt something at his asshole.
Kevin tensed up. He hadn't been fucked in a long time, and if Cody just went to town he was in trouble. It turned out to be a lubed finger, though. Kevin relaxed as his Master got him ready.
"You got condoms?" Cody asked.
"Top drawer of the bedside table." Kevin squirmed in his bonds while he waited for Cody's return. His cock had gone soft during the whipping, but it was back to iron-hard now.
Cody came back in, and Kevin felt something pushed up against his face. It only took a couple of breaths to figure out it was one of Cody's sneakers. Kevin felt his Master wrap something around his head a bunch of times, securing the Nike in place.
Then he felt Cody's cock at the entrance to his ass, and it was pushing its way in insistently. He braced himself, but then Cody smacked his whipped ass and shoved in at the same time, and Kevin found himself full of his Master's cock. Kevin moaned into his Master's sneaker.
Cody took his time getting the rest of the way into Kevin, pushing in slowly, drawing back, pushing a little farther in. By the time Kevin felt his Master's body fully up against his ass, he was wondering just how big Cody's cock was. He realized he still hadn't seen Cody with his clothes off, and now he was being mounted by this total stranger.
Kevin breathed in Cody's smells deeply. He felt Cody pound into him viciously, and he felt all the worry drop off of him again. He was being fucked by a young, lean stud. He was breathing in the smell of his Master's sneakers filtered through his shirt, and his ass was being used, and his cock was hard.
For the first time in forever, he felt sexy. He wasn't a god in a league like his Master's, but he'd been working out three times a week, and he'd lost the paunch after he graduated college, and even he had to admit his ass looked pretty good. He flexed it, trying to pull his Master's cock into him. He pulled against the ropes, hoping the play of muscles in his back and arms would please his Master. He felt like an animal, like an object, like he was there for his Master's every desire. He breathed in.
He felt his Master's strokes go into him deeper, slower. His Master grabbed his hips and slammed into him, shoving the table across the tile floor, making him grunt and moan into the sneaker covering his face, making him clench his ass around his Master's cock to pleasure him better.
His Master pressed up against him as he came, his whole body jerking on top of Kevin's, spasming as he drove his cock even deeper. One final thrust and he relaxed, laying on his slave, still embedded deep in Kevin's ass.
Mrs. Henning eventually stopped pounding on the wall.
Kevin felt his Master raise up off of him, and then pull out. Kevin was left feeling the sweat cooling on his back, feeling the absence where his Master had been.
His Master smacked his ass and said, "That was awesome."
Kevin felt himself being untied, and he rose up off the table, his face still swaddled in sweaty shirt and stinky sneaker, and his cock still hard. He felt his Master fondle his ass, then grab his cock for a moment. He felt his balls being played with, then his nipples.
Then he felt his head being unwrapped, and the sneaker and sock removed. Kevin blinked in the light. His Master was before him, putting the shoe and shirt and an Ace bandage down on the table.
Kevin fell to his knees.
"Thank you, Master."
"That's a good slave," Cody said. He ruffled Kevin's hair. "That was a great fuck. All right, I'm gonna take a shower. I've got a present for you, though. You want a present, slave?"
Kevin smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yes, Master!"
"Okay, come here." Cody went over to his backpack, and rummaged through it. He brought out a big wad of dirty clothes and tossed them on the floor, then went back into the bag and came out with a few more items. "Here you go, slave. While I'm in the shower, you're going to put my clothes in the wash. Since you're such a good fuck, I'll even let you smell everything before you put them in. Thirty seconds per item, and you can jack off, but no cumming. When you're done, lick my shoes clean."
He turned and went into the bathroom.
Kevin looked after him, his mouth hanging open. He shook his head, the buckle of his collar jingling against the D-ring for the leash, and then set about gathering up his Master's clothes. He put them in a pile on the dryer, but that seemed wrong. He opened the dryer door, and put the clothes on it, then knelt. That felt better.
The shirt that had been wrapped around his face was on top of the pile. He held it to his face and inhaled deeply. It smelled of his Master still. Kevin took his cock in his hand and started stroking. Then he realized he had no idea how long thirty seconds would be, so he started counting in time with his strokes, one per second.
He'd gotten to about thirty seconds when he realized this was a bad idea. He was already close to cumming. He put down the shirt and went and grabbed his cell phone. He put on the stopwatch app and started sniffing Cody's next shirt.
When thirty seconds were up, he put it gently in the wash, and picked up a sock. This wasn't the one his Master had been wearing, it was a crew sock, and it was much dirtier. Kevin breathed it in reverently, his hand gently stroking his cock.
It occurred to him that Cody had undressed in the dining room, so he went and got his clothes. As he was picking up his jeans, though, one of Cody's socks rolled under the radiator. Kevin thought a moment, then kicked the other one under there.
He turned out the pockets of his Master's jeans, but there had been nothing in them but sawdust and lint. He'd felt guilty doing it, like he was spying on his Master, but he had figured that he had to so nothing of his Master's was ruined in the wash.
Three t-shirts, one hoodie, three pairs of underwear, three pairs of socks, and one pair of jeans later, Kevin's cock was begging for release. He wouldn't allow himself to make that mistake twice, though. He didn't want to disappoint his Master.
His Master's sneakers were in the living room. Kevin returned there, knelt on the carpet, and picked them up. He just held them for a moment, thinking of all the times he had seen some young stud on the street, and had wondered to himself what he would do just to be allowed to worship their sneakers. How badly he had longed to abase himself before some young god, and feel like he was where he really belonged. At their feet. Worshiping.
He held the sneakers to his face, smelling his Master, taking His scent into his lungs, reveling in knowing that his Master had allowed him this pleasure. Then he remembered that he had an assignment, and started licking every inch of his Master's Nikes.
Kevin was pretty well done with both sneakers when his Master emerged from the shower. Kevin gasped. He hadn't been paying much attention after he'd been fucked, but seeing his Master emerge from the steamy doorway was stunning. His physique was long and elegant, and naked he moved with a casual grace. Kevin continued licking at the sneaker as he looked up at his Master dutifully.
Cody stood over him, toweling off. "Do you like that, slave? Licking my shoe, sniffing my underwear? You get off on it?"
"Yes, Master." Kevin's tongue was dry, and the words came out slurred.
"Why?"
"Because you're a god, and you deserve to be worshiped," Kevin said. He kept licking.
Cody sat on the couch. "Go get two beers," he said.
Kevin put His sneaker down and went into the kitchen. He had most of a twelve pack left. He brought two out and knelt by his Master's feet, handing them to him.
"Naw, that one's for you. Sit down," Cody said. He popped his beer open. "What I want to know is, what's in it for you? What do you get out of it?"
Kevin swallowed some much-needed beer. "Sexual gratification, obviously." He grabbed his cock, which was still hard. "Objectification? A removal of the burden of choice?"
"I'll tell you what I think it is," Cody said. He took a swig of beer, settled back into the sofa. He put his feet in Kevin's lap. "Rub those."
Kevin took the big feet in his hands and started rubbing.
"I used to know a guy who had a panther," Cody said. "I lived out in the sticks. He had a Rottweiler too. We used to get stoned together a lot. Me and him, not the animals. Anyway.
"The panther ate meat, a lot of meat. But the stuff you get in the supermarket is missing a lot of things that wild game has, so he had to add stuff to the meat to make up for that. Vitamins, and for some weird reason, mineral oil. Which meant that this big cat, weighing a couple of hundred pounds, shat out black tar all day.
"Rottweilers have shiny black coats.
"We used to get stoned together a lot.
"There's nothing quite like being in the middle of a good bong session and going to pet your buddy's dog and coming away with a handful of toxic black panther shit."
Kevin was laughing, his hands still working at his Master's feet.
"Anyway, my point is," Cody said, "When that dog rolled in the panther shit, he smelled like a bigger, scarier predator. It's a survival mechanism. But the dog didn't know that, it just smelled good and he wanted to roll in it.
"So that's what I think is going on in your brain. You see someone powerful, someone a little scary, and you want their smell. It's hardwired into you by evolution."
"Holy shit," Kevin said. "That explains it. It really does feel like that. I see someone dominant, and I want to belong to their pack, to have their smell all over me. It's really animal."
"All right, animal," his Master said, "Put the TV on and find me some movies."
Kevin reluctantly gave up his Master's feet and got the remotes. He turned on the TV and brought up Amazon, and went into the Prime movies available. He flipped through them at his Master's command until he found an action film that had come out recently, and then he handed the remotes to his Master.
"Okay, slave. Your face is going to be my footrest. You can smell my feet and lick them at will. You can jack off, but you may not cum. Now get me another beer."
Kevin got the beer, then lay down in front of the couch. His Master placed his long feet solidly on his face, got comfortable, and started watching.
Kevin sniffed in his Master's scent. It wasn't as overwhelming after the shower, but he still smelled his Master. Kevin began licking his Master's soles and stroking his own cock.
For a time, Kevin was completely absorbed in his Master's feet. After all, here he had the opportunity he'd always wanted to worship at the feet of a young stud. The movie was pretty interesting, though, even if he couldn't see anything but Cody's soles.
His Master's foot smacked the side of Kevin's face. It wasn't hard, just enough to get his attention. Kevin's cock sprang back to attention as well, and Kevin started stroking it in earnest again.
It went like that throughout half the movie. Whenever Kevin's attention wavered from the worship of his Master's feet, his Master would bring him back into focus by smacking him or shoving his toes in Kevin's mouth. Each time, Kevin's cock came back to life and begged for release.
For a while, Kevin was able to keep his mind and his tongue committed to his Master's feet, but by the time Cody had paused the movie Kevin was about to cry from frustration.
"Okay, slave. I'm going to tie you spread-eagled to your bed. Go get that set up. I'll need a blindfold and a gag for you too." His Master flicked the movie back on. Kevin got up, bowed kind of awkwardly, took his gear and went into the bedroom.
He secured ropes to the four legs of the bedframe, and then got two bandannas out of his kit and laid them on the bed as well. After a moment's thought, he went into the dining room, retrieved his Master's socks and laid them next to the bandannas. Then he returned and knelt by his Master's feet.
Cody continued watching the movie for a while as Kevin stared down at his feet. The sudden silence when the movie was paused was enough to make his cock jump.
"Go in and lay down on the bed," his Master said.
Kevin got up, bowed, and went in and lay down spread out wide on the bed. He heard his Master get up, and he heard him go in and use the bathroom. Then he heard him rummaging through the cabinets and drawers in there. Kevin tried to think if he had any prescriptions or anything valuable in there, but other than ibuprofen and toothpaste there wasn't much.
Then he heard his master go out to the kitchen, and he heard the ice maker. His Master came into the bedroom with a coffee cup in one hand.
"You're lucky you don't have any Icy Hot," he said. He set the cup down on the table and proceeded to tie Kevin down to the bed. He made a thick cuff out of rope on Kevin's left wrist first, tied so it was tight against the mattress. Then Cody moved to Kevin's other wrist and pulled at it so Kevin was stretched out tight on the bed. Cody tied his other wrist down, then moved on to his ankles. He pulled Kevin down to the end of the bed, stretching his wrists even further, then spread Kevin's ankles wide and tied them so Kevin's muscular body was spread-eagled on the bed.
Kevin could struggle, but there was no way he was getting free.
"I noticed you didn't wash my socks," Cody said.
"You needed something to gag me with." Kevin pulled at the ropes on his wrists.
"Having my socks in your mouth is a privilege, slave," his Master said. "You think you deserve that?"
"I... I deserve whatever my Master wants to give me."
"Well put." Cody picked up one sock and dangled it over Kevin's face. "All you have to do to have me shove this in your mouth is say 'Yes.' Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes," Kevin said.
"Don't you want to know what you're agreeing to?" His Master was teasing Kevin's nose with the sock, brushing it against the tip, giving Kevin just a whiff of his foot stink.
"Umm... sure," Kevin said. He was having a hard time not grabbing at the sock with his teeth like a dog.
"You're agreeing not to cum unless you have my socks, shoes or feet in your mouth."
Kevin tried to clear his mind. "For how long?"
"As long as I want."
There was no way Kevin was giving that kind of control over to a total stranger. "I'm sorry, Master, but I..."
"Oh, that's okay, slave. I thought that's what you'd say. That's why I brought the ice." His master picked a cube out of the coffee cup. "You say yes, you get that sock stuffed in your mouth, and you get to cum. And then I own you."
Kevin's cock definitely thought this was an interesting game, but Kevin wasn't so sure. He reminded himself that it was just a game, he had a safeword, and this guy Cody had seemed pretty trustworthy so far. "I don't know, Master, I just..."
"You don't get to talk," Cody said. "The only words I want out of you are either 'Yes' or your safeword. Moaning and screaming are allowed of course. Now let's begin."
Cody held the ice cube in his fist above Kevin's abs. A couple of drops of water fell, and they were shockingly cold. Kevin drew in a hissing breath.
His Master grabbed his cock with an ice-cold wet hand, and started jacking him. Kevin yelped and pulled at his bonds.
"Oh, and if you cum, we just keep going." Cody held Kevin's cock in his cold fist and rubbed the ice cube around the head with his other hand. "The thing is, I know you want this. You want to be owned. You want to depend on me, to need my feet, to be my slave. So in a way I'm doing you a favor."
Kevin was moving his hips trying to get away from his Master's grip, but Cody was holding him firmly. He could feel all of his muscles pulling at the ropes, trying to double over to defend his cock. Which was still rock hard, of course.
Then he felt the hands let go of his cock, which thwapped wetly against his abs. Cody got up on the bed and stood over him. He loomed over Kevin like he was the Colossus of Rhodes, the towel around his hips barely hiding his erection.
Then he dropped the towel.
Kevin was glad he hadn't seen his Master's cock before it went in his ass. He wouldn't have believed it could fit. He couldn't get an accurate measurement from this angle, but it looked pretty damned big.
"All you've ever wanted to do is worship a body like mine. Now you've got the chance." Cody dripped more water from the ice cube down on Kevin, and from this height it spattered, icy water spraying all over Kevin's skin. He dribbled ice water on Kevin's face, then his chest and his abs. Kevin tried to flinch away when Cody started in on his cock, but Cody dropped to one knee and pushed the ice cube right under Kevin's balls. Kevin gasped and thrashed about.
"All I've ever wanted was a slave who'd do anything I want. And I think you can be that slave, Kevin. I think you've got it in you. I think you want to spend all your time covered in my stink, serving me with everything you think and do. I think you need someone to control you, to protect you, to tell you what to do and to praise you when you do good. Someone to punish you when you're bad. I think you need a Master."
Kevin was barely listening. His Master was softly jacking his cock with one hand and rubbing the ice cube over his balls with the other, and the pain and pleasure of that was driving him batshit. But he was right. Kevin's every fantasy was to belong to some hot young guy, to be allowed to suck his cock, his socks, his sneakers. To debase himself before the altar of a god.
"You want to be controlled, Kevin. You want to be mine. You want it more than anything. You know how I know?" His Master was playing with his asshole with the ice cube now, rubbing it all over while gripping Kevin's cock firmly. Kevin felt the ropes digging into his wrists and ankles, felt the warmth of his Master's leg against his thigh, felt a drop of water roll off of his chest.
"I'm torturing you with ice. Edging you for ages. I've fucked you, used you. And now you're being forced to be my slave, and you know what?" Cody took his hands off of Kevin, leaving him struggling again, but this time for more contact. "You're smiling. Kevin, right now, you're happy."
He was.
"Yes," Kevin said.
"What was that?"
"Yes, Master."
"Yes to what, slave? What are you asking for?"
"Please stuff your socks in my mouth. Please use me as your slave. Please make me worship your feet." Kevin was babbling. "Please let me lick your toes, let me bury my face in your sneakers and live with your smell in my nose. Please take control of me."
"Good. Now shut up." Cody stuffed first one sock, then the other into Kevin's mouth. Kevin could barely breathe through his mouth, and when he did he was filled with Cody's beautiful stink.
Cody blindfolded him. Then Kevin felt Cody's sneaker covering his face, and he breathed Cody in. He'd given up struggling.
Kevin felt his Master secure the sneaker to his face with what felt like a belt, then felt hands on him. One was jerking him off with excruciating deliberation, and the other was toying with his nipples, his balls, his ass.
"Breathe me in, slave. Taste my sweat," his Master said. "Every time you cum, you're going to be smelling that. Soon you won't be able to cum without it. You'll crave my stench every minute of the day. You'll live to lick my feet after I work out. And if you're really good, and really lucky, I'll let you cum every so often. I want you craving my cock, dying to suck me off or have me use your ass. I want you desperate for my cum."
It was just a game, Kevin reminded himself. He wasn't committed to a life of slavery to this young thug. But the idea was really hot. Putting himself under the control of someone so hard, so unpredictable, so manipulative, so cruel, so beautiful...
Kevin breathed in his Master's smell, felt his Master's wet hand on his cock, the other hand pulling at his balls, and he came.
He had mental images of laser cannons, sending burst after burst of white-hot energy out into space, pulses of plasma burning bright against the depths.
When he came back to consciousness he felt himself being untied. Cody unwrapped the sneaker and blindfold and gag last, and Kevin breathed free again. The collar was still around his neck.
"Go clean up," his Master said, "Get ready for bed. Then come back in here. No clothes."
Kevin did as he was told. When he got back he found Cody, still naked, lounging on the bed reading one of his books. "Have you got a toothbrush?" he asked.
"Sure." Kevin got him a new toothbrush he'd brought home from his last dental appointment.
"Kneel by the bed." Cody went off to the bathroom, leaving Kevin feeling like he should be praying. Maybe for more nights like tonight.
His Master returned, and rooted through the gear for a length of chain and a couple of padlocks. "I'm going to be nice to you tonight, slave. I'm going to let you sleep with my right foot. Come here."
Kevin approached, and his Master locked the chain around his neck. Cody pulled Kevin down onto the bed then looped the other end of the chain around his ankle and locked it. Kevin's face was about six inches from Cody's foot.
"I want you to get to know my right foot really well tonight, slave. Fall in love with it. I'll see you at five-thirty for a blowjob."
His Master flipped the covers back, and Kevin followed his foot under the sheets and tried to find a comfortable way to lay. He heard his Master click the bedside light off, and complete darkness descended under the blankets.
Kevin contemplated the foot in front of his face. He thought he could just make out an outline of it in the darkness. He could definitely smell it. It wasn't a bad smell, not at all. His Master had taken a shower just a little while ago, so his foot just smelled of him, and maybe a little soap. He smelled good, Kevin had to admit. If he passed someone wearing that as a cologne, it would definitely catch his attention.
He brought his attention back to his Master's foot. Kevin took a risk and reached a hand out and touched it. His Master didn't react, so Kevin stroked his foot gently, slowly so as not to tickle anything. He traced the top of the magnificent foot to the ankle, then down towards the heel and up the sole. He put both hands on it and held it to his face. The skin felt warm and rough beneath his lips.
Cody rolled over and pulled his foot out of Kevin's grasp. It tugged at the chain around Kevin's neck. Kevin found himself facing the heel of his Master's foot. He pressed his lips to it, then snuggled up next to it and tried to sleep.
Every so often during the night his Master would change position and the chain around Kevin's neck would be jerked tight. Kevin would awaken, confused. Then he'd realize where he was, and that his Master's foot was right there, and he'd try to get back to sleep only to be awakened again. Sometime in the middle of the night, Kevin was pulled from sleep again, and he thought for a moment about calling it quits. Here he was, in his own bed, chained to the ankle of some lanky kid with a domination fetish. What was he doing?
On the other hand, if Cody hadn't chained Kevin to his ankle, Kevin would be worried about having a young stranger in his house all night. And when did he agree to let Cody stay the night?
Then Kevin breathed in, and reminded himself of everything that had happened that night, every fantasy that his Master had fulfilled for him. If he wanted his foot worshiped in return, who was Kevin to object? Kevin pressed his cheek to his Master's foot in the darkness and slept.
An alarm went off at 5:30. Kevin came awake in the darkness and tried to get his bearings. Then his world was flooded with light as his Master threw the covers back.
"Good morning, Slave!" Cody said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, Master," Kevin said.
"Good to hear it. Kiss my foot good morning."
Kevin gladly pressed his lips to Cody's foot and whispered "Good morning."
Cody gave him the keys. "Unlock the chain around my ankle."
Kevin undid the padlock, and his Master reached down and grabbed his chain. He pulled Kevin up the bed to his big throbbing cock.
"Morningwood Estates. If you lived here, you'd be home by now." Cody grabbed Kevin's head and put his cock to Kevin's lips. "Suck it, slave."
Kevin started sucking.
He'd gotten the shaft slick with his spit and was working the head with his tongue when he felt his Master's foot playing with his cock. Kevin redoubled his efforts, taking as much of his Master's cock into his throat as possible, rotating his head to give his Master the most sensation he could. After the night in bed his Master's crotch had a musky, locker-room smell. The foot on his cock was driving him crazy, playing with his cockhead, pushing up against him with its sole. He moaned into his Master's bush.
"Hey. You don't have my feet in your mouth. You don't get to cum, slave. You understand me?"
Kevin nodded as best he could, given the cock deep in his mouth.
"Swallow my load and thank me for it, slave."
Kevin switched to long, slow, strong strokes up and down his Master's cock, his lips closed tight around it, his tongue working at it furiously. He was rewarded with his Master's moans, and then his Master was holding him down on the cock in his mouth, and his mouth was filling with hot cum, and he was swallowing desperately, licking it off the cock shaft, savoring its taste. He could feel his Master's strength flow into him as the cum poured down his throat.
He licked gently until his Master pulled him off, then he lay next to his Master, his face against his Master's hip. Cody petted his head.
"Okay, slave. Twelve minutes left before you're free. Kneel."
Kevin got up into a kneeling position, and his Master put his magnificent foot right in his face.
"I want you to lick it, make out with it, tell it how you feel about it, and jack off. Don't cum." Cody reclined against the pillows regally.
Kevin kissed his Master's foot passionately. He gave up any pretext that he wasn't completely in love with it. He licked at the sole, sucked on the toes, lapped at the heel.
"Oh, Master's right foot," he said to it, "You're magnificent. Long and thin and strong and arched and I just want to lick you all the time and worship you and belong to you and I love being your slave and I love the way you smell and..."
"Don't cum, slave," Cody reminded him. "What will you do to be allowed to cum now?"
Kevin laid off on his cock and licked at Cody's sole thoughtfully. "This slave would offer himself to serve his Master again."
"You should be begging me for that privilege, slave." His Master's face was stern and beautiful.
Kevin kept making out with his Master's right foot, trying to talk as he did so. "Oh, Master, please allow me to serve you again. I will gladly be your slave. I can't wait to serve you however you want. Please let me be yours. I want to suck you again, and I want your feet, and I want to smell you..."
"Okay, slave. Promise me twelve hours and you can cum." Cody was toying with Kevin's balls with his other foot.
"Oh, thank you Master! Of course Master can have me for twelve hours. Twelve days, if Master wants. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank..."
Kevin came.
After he cleaned the cum off his Master's foot, Cody reached down and unlocked the chain from around Kevin's neck. "It's six o'clock," he said. "You're free."
"Wow. Oh, wow." Kevin collapsed on the bed, rubbing his neck. "That was awesome."
"You liked it?" Cody was smiling.
"So many dreams came true last night, Master. Cody."
"You can call me Master. I like it." Cody got up and looked around. "Hey, my clothes are... um..."
"In the dryer. They're probably all wrinkled. I can put them in again for a few minutes, if you want."
"Sure, thanks. I'll jump in the shower."
Kevin admired Cody's lithe body as he left, and then he set the dryer to fifteen minutes. He got dressed and went to check the fridge. The eggs and the milk were good. The bread was a little stale. The bacon was a bit old, though. Kevin tried to convince himself that it was still good, after all bacon was preserved meat, and sailors used to eat it when it was all rank... and the fact that he was trying to justify it that badly ended that train of thought. He realized he had syrup, and started making preparations for French toast.
By the time Cody got out of the shower Kevin was at the stage where he was juggling butter and syrup and plates and eggs. "Your laundry should be ready, it's right in there." He nodded at the closet by the bathroom.
"Thanks." Cody got his clothes and started getting dressed in the living room.
"Goddamn, you're beautiful," Kevin said.
"Thanks. You too."
"How many pieces of French toast do you want?"
"You didn't have to," Cody said.
"And yet, I am. How many?"
"Umm... four?"
"Hungry, huh? Sure." Kevin went back to the frying pan and flipped a couple of pieces.
"Coffee?"
"Sure." Cody accepted a mug from Kevin and got some milk out of the fridge. "This is a nice setup you have here."
"It's kind of a dump, really. The walls are paper-thin. They never clean up or do the landscaping like they're supposed to. The rent really sucks too. But it was close to school."
"How long have you lived here?" Cody asked.
"About three years. Four, almost." Kevin put a plate of French toast on the table. "Here's butter and syrup. Eat up, I have to get to work here soon."
"I thought you'd just moved in. Why don't you have any art on your walls?" Cody sat down at the table, looked at the stack of toast dubiously. "Yeah, that's a lot."
"I don't know. I can't really decide what would look good, you know?" Kevin dug into his breakfast. "I mean, I go to a gallery or a poster store and I look, and I think I've found something, but I can't really be sure of how it'll look. And it's all so expensive."
"Huh." Cody was quiet a while as he ate his French toast. "So, when are you free?"
"Well, tonight," Kevin said.
"I've got to go out of town for a couple of days. Thursday?"
"Umm... sure." Kevin cleared off the table.
"Thanks for breakfast, that was really good." Cody was rolling his clothes up and stuffing them in his backpack.
"Sure. Thanks for... well, an incredible night. You're pretty amazing."
Cody grinned at him and hefted his backpack to his shoulder. "Kiss me goodbye."
Kevin came up to him and kissed him passionately.
"Now my foot," Cody said.
Kevin grinned, knelt, and kissed Cody's right Nike.
"Remember, you can't cum without my feet in your mouth. So, no cumming at all until Thursday." Cody petted Kevin's head and left. __________________________
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